Monday, October 10, 2016

18 Steps Closer to Me

Sometimes it’s difficult to gauge just how vulnerable and
personal to be online. I like to say I’m an open book, but I’ve encountered
situations over the years that have caused me to take a few steps back.
Besides, we all know there are some real nut jobs out there. (Eh hem. Creepy
clowns and a particular presidential candidate.) With that said, I like taking
risks and sharing with you because through the years many of you have reached
out and (thank you, thank you) helped to support my writing career. Many of you
have chosen to be vulnerable with me.

Remember the game Red Light, Green Light played on
elementary school blacktops all across the country? There are days when I feel
a bit like I’m playing that game on social media. Some days are big time Red
Light days, begging me to hunker down and shut out the world in order to get my
work done. There are other stretches of time I have no excuse for my
agoraphobic tendencies—it has a lot more to do with the necessity to retreat,
to cling to quiet.

Just for fun today I’m going to green light it on eighteen
things about me that may or may not come as a surprise.

I tweet more when it’s sunny out.

There is one movie that’s guaranteed to pull me
up out of a funk and it’s the only movie I never get sick of. Give up? Bridesmaids. Gets me every time.

I’ve never stepped foot inside an Ikea.

I’m often told I look tired. Reasons are probably
because…A. I look tired. B. I am
tired…or a trusty combination of the two.

My youngest is addicted to magic tricks lately.
It’s not unusual for me to find odd items strewn around the house as part of
her props, a cracked egg emptied of its contents, cards stuck together, or a
plastic thumb. I’m just thankful the dog hasn’t come across the latter.

I could eat Mexican food every day for the rest
of my life and be a happy woman.

During my preschool years, I lived in Germany.
My mom would take me shopping often and in the elevator I had a lovely habit of
“speaking German” to my fellow Europeans. It was my own special blend of
gibberish.

Some of the clothes I wear (especially when I’m
chilling at home) I’ve owned for over twenty years.

I didn’t do the big hair thing in the 80s. I did,
however, cut my own bangs. Let your imagination go where it may.

I took clarinet and viola lessons in grade
school and distinctly recall “fake playing” during the concerts. I was that
good.

I sprint the end of every jog I go on.

I haven’t found a show I love since LOST. I have hope in This Is Us.

One of my older sister’s birthdays is two days
before mine. Two of my girls have birthdays two days apart. All three of my
girls have birthdays within eight days of each other.

I’ve lived on the East Coast and the West Coast
and several places in between.

I have a thing for ampersands.

Rainbow Brite was my hero as a kid. I mean,
c’mon, she had a unicorn. I also liked He-Man.

My family enjoyed skiing in Austria when I was
little. Some of my first memories are of relaxing in the ski lodge eating a
yummy breaded recipe stuffed with rich raspberry jam, topped with butter and
poppy seeds. When my husband and I were invited to bike through Austria ten
years ago, I asked every restaurant about this delicious dessert until we
finally found it on one of the last days of our trip.

I ate mayonnaise and bologna sandwiches like it
was my job when I was ten.